No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.
This week, I used a prompt by Diane Lockward where she suggests using "April Incantation" by Maggie Dietz as a springboard. "April Incantation" isn't online so I can't share the ending, but here's the beginning:
by Maggie Dietz
O wrathful rain roll down
and down. Outwit the drains,
unground us. Wind and thunder,
steer the torrent’s train and throw
us under. Upriver, water, rage
and rack the dam to shatter. Blast
the happy poppies. Let petal-
blood trouble the flooded field.
Crack new bourns and boundaries
into parceled plots. Wreck even
the season that reared you: lick
the lilacs into sobbing heaps...
Here's my poem. Dietz's poem is pretty intense so that was what I had in mind, and I think the end result is kind of scary.*
by Tabatha Yeatts
O thunderous maw, open!
Demand feeding, insist on
drenched sponge cake, laden
with preserves pulped within an
inch of their lives, ones that stick
to the spoon like they are grabbing
the cliff's edge with slippery hands.
Stuff yourself with upside-down cake,
shoving the juice-suffused rings in
with your single-minded fingers,
then the golden slabs that you swallow
dry, like a compactor crushing
a junkyard car, then the crumbs,
all that's left, crumbs that fall apart
between your teeth and leave
only your fingers to bite.
* Dietz's poem brings "I" in at the end and Lockward's prompt suggested that we do that, but I wasn't feeling it for my poem. My inspiration might have been someone, say a political party, who conjures an evil that devours them in the end, and maybe even a non-me narrator "I" wasn't a part of that. (Of course, you can take this poem any way you like, Dear Reader. Your interpretation is as good as mine.)
Karen Edmisten has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Karen!